Date: Tue, 02 Apr 2002 17:06:35 -0500
From: Writer Boy
Subject: jc's hitchhiker - part 85
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***Justin***
Nick must have been on fire for a piece of me, because he didn't waste any
time starting in on the plan. On the one hand, I guess I should have
applauded his commitment, but I couldn't really seem to get excited about
it. Not only did every move that brought him closer to success also bring
him closer to my ass, but I was already starting to think that this plan
was a horrible idea. It hadn't worked in the movie, and even if it did
work, it would leave a lot of people hurt. There had to be a better way,
but I couldn't think of one, and Lance wasn't going to leave Howie unless
something catastrophic happened. I had to prove to Lance that Howie didn't
really love him, and I had to do it fast. I couldn't let Howie keep hurting
him, not when I'd already let it go on for so long.
I almost told Jack and Josh the morning I took them to breakfast. It was
the morning after I convinced Nick to go along with this, before he had
time to get started on it, and I could have headed the entire thing off
right then, probably. All I had to do was say something, right then, and
everything would have turned out differently. I woke up that morning next
to Nick's prone form, feeling a little tired from fucking him three times
throughout the night, after he'd eaten my ass. I'd barely slept at all, but
he'd just been so turned on by the entire plan, and so hot for me, that he
kept getting me hard again every time I thought I was done. If I was tired,
I'd be surprised if he could walk. As I stood in the shower, letting the
hot water pound down on me and wash away the sweat from my body and the
lube dried in my pubic hair, I found out I was wrong.
Grinning, Nick peeled back the shower curtain and stepped inside. Like me,
Nick spent a lot of time in the gym, and he had a fantastic body, although
it wasn't as cut as mine. He was stockier than me, though, his muscles
built on bulkier lines, and his arms a little thicker. Spending as much
time naked together as we did, it was hard not to compare our bodies, and I
had already noted a while ago that my dick was longer, although his was
thicker. Still, as he pulled the curtain closed again without a word, the
scene in the shower began to resemble something from a porno, with two tan,
blond, buff guys, both half hard, sharing the tub. Nick grabbed the shower
gel off of the shelf and squirted it onto my chest, handing me the bottle
as his hands began to slide all over me, lathering me up.
Nick's hands massaged my chest, sliding over my pecs, as he grinned at me
and I did the same to him, watching the contrast of the white suds on his
tanned skin. His fingers found my nipples and began to squeeze them as I
ran my fingers in circles around his chest. Nick's touch was firm and
insistent, while mine was just sort of playful. I was actually trying to
wash him, but as Nick's fingers slid down my abs, tracing the lines,
running a little circle around my navel, I realized he was trying to get me
worked up again. When his hand collided with my throbbing prick, it was
obvious that what he was trying was definitely working, and he grinned,
wrapping his soapy hand around my dick as I leaned back on the wall of the
shower, grinning.
"Don't you ever get enough?" I asked, the first words we had said to each
other this morning.
"No," Nick answered simply. He was such a whore, but as I felt his expert
hands sliding up and down my shaft I realized that at least he was good at
it.
"Nick, I'm kind of, you know, a little tired from last night," I said, not
stopping him, but not sure if I'd even be able to cum again. Then again, I
was young, and sure I'd be able to squeeze something out. His hands felt
too good as he slowly slid them up and down my shaft, tugging at my balls a
little, gently caressing and massaging my pink cockhead.
"I know, but I'm so thirsty," he said, dropping to his knees. I looked down
at Nick, his eyes wide and so blue and his hair matted down to his head by
the water dripping down his face, and watched his reddish lips drop
open. His tongue flicked out and began to lap at my cockhead, running
around the ridge where it met my shaft and sliding up over my slit. "So I
thought I'd get started on the plan today while you guys are out getting
your tux fittings done."
"OK," I panted, my hands on Nick's shoulders, squeezing his firm
cannonballs. "What are you, unh, that's good, what are you gonna do?"
"Invite him over to talk," Nick said, letting me slide out of his mouth. "I
worked out this whole speech while you were fucking me that second time
last night about how we need to get along for JC and Jack's wedding, and
how the strain is bad for our group, too. Then we'll just see where things
go from there."
Only Nick would plan his day while his arms were tied to the bedposts and
his legs were on someone's shoulders. He sucked my dick back into his
throat, working his tongue over it, picking up speed as I urgently gripped
his shoulders, staring down at him. Nick was so cocky with everyone else
that it always made me even hotter to put him on his knees.
"That's, that's great," I panted. Nick pulled off again.
"The blowjob, or the plan?" Nick asked, lapping at the head again like a
little kid with a big lollipop.
"Both," I said, grabbing the back of his head and jerking him forward. "Now
get back on it."
After Nick finished sucking me off, he took special care to wash my ass,
trying to stick his finger in before I explained that there wouldn't be any
more free samples. He could look, but not touch. Sliding out of the shower,
I got dressed while Nick went, naked, to go watch television and call
Howie.
"That couch isn't drip dry," I called playfully, heading out the door.
"Good thing you are!" Nick yelled back.
I felt a little of my playful mood fading as I went to go get Josh and
Jack. I'd left things with both of them on such strained terms the other
night, and I didn't want things to be like that anymore. I didn't want to
keep sinking back to the way I'd been, and that meant I needed to come
clean with Josh, and tell him everything. I couldn't keep pushing him
away. He was my best friend, and I needed him. Not only that, but I
couldn't take the way that Josh looked at me anymore. I thought I would be
ok with him being hurt, because he'd hurt me. I didn't like to hurt him,
but I could deal with that look, could see that in his eyes. I couldn't
deal with the way he'd looked at me the other night, though. Hurt was one
thing, but when he'd looked at me then, all I'd seen was disappointment.
Josh had made me feel so small, like I was nothing, and I couldn't have him
look at me like that again. If Josh didn't believe in me, I didn't believe
in myself.
It hurt a little when I went over there and saw them packing together,
smiling at each other. It hurt a little when I saw the wedding plans all
laid out, too, but I had to deal with that. I couldn't keep throwing Josh's
choice back in his face, not if I really wanted him to be happy. Instead, I
just had to swallow this, even if it felt like swallowing a mouthful of
thumbtacks. By the time breakfast was over, and I'd said everything I
needed to, I could tell that things were finally going to be ok between
Josh and I again. It wouldn't be easy, but all Josh really did want to do
was make sure I was happy, too. I could tell it made Jack feel a lot
better, too, even if he didn't say so. Jack and I understood each other,
and we shared the common goal of Josh's happiness. I had told Jack when he
was in the hospital that I didn't want to be his enemy, but I hadn't really
followed through on my promise to be his friend, and I needed to work on
that, too. I really had been an asshole since Jack came back, even if no
one else wanted to come right out and say it.
The entire morning I had been thinking about Jack, and the other bond that
we shared. Last time Lance had been hurt, only Jack had known, and had to
figure it out himself. Now, only I knew, and had the same problem. Jack
had come right to me, but I couldn't go right to Howie. Howie wouldn't stop
just because I told him to. If anything, it might make him more angry, and
he might do something else to Lance, something worse. I'd been thinking
back to all those movies I watched when we were on tour and I couldn't
sleep, and remembered that sometimes they broke bones, or burned them with
cigarettes, or beat them with hangers or something. I didn't want that to
happen to Lance. I thought a lot about telling Jack, and asking for his
help, because I knew he would be able to keep it discreet, and not drag
everyone in where Lance didn't want everyone to go, but then I thought
about the shape Jack was in right now, too. He kept pretending that he was
back to normal, and everything was fine, but around the edges you could see
the strain peeking through. When he asked, I still almost told him, but at
the last second I thought about how stressed he was already, with the
wedding, and the trip to his parents, and his recovery, and I didn't want
to add this in. I decided to wait until they got back, and see how things
had gone, before saying anything else.
Our tuxedo fitting went sort of well, in that nobody directly fought with
each other. Lance stayed as far from me as possible, and Joey kind of
huddled near him, tossing me dirty looks every once in a while. He was
still pissed about the bathroom thing. I realize now that fucking Nick in
the bathroom was kind of stupid, a spur of the moment lust sort of thing,
but it really pissed me off getting yelled at by everyone at once. Maybe I
didn't handle it so maturely, but for starters I had more than a few beers
in me, and everyone didn't have to treat me like I was a little kid. Chris
didn't seem mad at me, but he didn't really talk to me, either. He just
watched while the tailors pinned and marked us, and that Lisann woman asked
me questions I didn't know the answers to.
"When is Carla, the maid of honor, flying in?" Lisann asked me, as I stood
before the mirror with my arms out.
"I'm not really sure," I answered, looking around. Lance ignored me,
reading a magazine in the corner as he waited in his tux to be
appraised. Chris was in the changing room, getting his on, and Joey raised
an eyebrow at me from his chair next to Lance.
"Justin, I need to schedule her an appointment," Lisann said, shaking her
head. She was a nice lady, but so tense. "Jack and Joshua were very clear
that you were going to handle these things in their absence. You are, after
all, the best man."
"Not a very good one," Joey muttered, and Lance looked away.
"Excuse me?" I asked, turning around. Lisann waited patiently, seeming not
to notice the trouble brewing.
"You heard me," Joey said, staring at me. He wasn't quite angry, but it was
definitely a scowl. "You haven't done shit for this wedding, unless
aggravating the grooms counts."
"Look, what is your problem, man?" I snapped, pissed. I knew I hadn't done
anything, but what right did he have to bring it up. "Josh and Jack left me
in charge, and I'm just trying to do the stuff Jack left on his list."
"I'm surprised they want you to do anything," Joey sneered. "Hey, Lisann,
you wanna see the biggest obstacle to the happy marriage? He's right there
in front of the mirror."
"Knock it off," Chris said, stepping out of the changing room before I
could say anything. It was just as well. I was pissed, but I also felt my
eyes stinging. "Whatever goes on between Jack, JC, and Justin stays
between them, because it's personal. All we need to know is that right now
Justin is in charge. Lisann, Carla flies in three days before the wedding,
in the afternoon."
"Thank you," Lisann said, writing it down with a gold golf pencil. "When
does Tyler fly in?"
"Same day, roughly the same time," Chris answered. I nodded to him as Joey
sat in his chair, fuming but cowed for now. Tyler, Josh's brother, was
coming in as a groomsman because we were uneven, and Jack and Josh both
were having mini-hissies about the altar looking asymmetrical. Heather,
Josh's sister, had already said something graceful to keep them from
thinking they needed to put her in, too, because she would just unbalance
everything again.
"Why don't we put them down for the morning after they arrive, then?"
Lisann suggested. "There isn't anything else on the schedule for that
time."
"Sure," I answered, remembering that I was supposed to be in charge.
The tailor motioned for me to get down, and waved Lance over. Lance moved
across the room slowly, giving me a wide berth, and I tried to stay as far
from him as possible without it being obvious. I think Joey caught some of
it, because he looked back and forth between us with a thoughtful scowl on
his face. I set mine carefully. If he wanted to know what was going on, he
could ask Lance. Chris, picking a string off of his sleeve, missed the
entire thing, but I took his arm and led him aside. He carefully removed
his arm from my hand.
"Yes, Justin?" he asked. I had thought that after what Chris just said that
he would be nicer to me, but his tone was a little cold, and he was looking
at me warily, like you look at a dog that might bite.
"I just wanted to say thank you, for what you said to Joey," I began
quietly. Chris cut me off.
"I didn't say it for you, Justin," he said, setting his shoulders back. "I
happen to agree with Joey on this one. When Jack came back, you told me you
wanted JC to be happy, but you haven't been acting like it. I've made
excuses for you, Justin, and I've tried to be understanding, but I'm tired
of reaching a hand out to you and having it slapped away. What you did the
other night was stupid, Justin, and the way you acted afterward was even
worse. I thought you changed, and I don't like being proven wrong. JC and
Jack left you in charge, so I'll support that, but that's all."
"I guess, I guess I understand," I said, turning away so he wouldn't see
the tears standing in my eyes. I thought Chris was on my side, but I'd even
driven him away, and now I couldn't turn to him to help with Lance,
either. "I need to go take this off."
"Don't pull the pins out!" the tailor called as I hurried into the changing
room.
After everyone was measured and pinned we dismissed the rest of the guys,
and Lisann and I went over a few minor things that Jack had left for me to
do. I kept careful notes of everything I authorized, so that Jack would be
able to jump right back into this when the two of them got back. I wanted
to call them, just to hear Josh's voice, but I realized that would be
intruding on their trip, and they probably needed the time alone away from
all of us. Honestly, Lisann could have made all of these decisions without
me, she had everything so well under control, but she needed an official
word, and that was me. She thanked me, gave me a stack of reply cards,
neatly bound with ribbon, for Jack to enter into his records, and confirmed
the menu confirmation in the ballroom for the day after tomorrow. We would
be doing it in the morning, in place of breakfast, and after we finished
that, Lisann thanked me, and headed off, chatting away on her cell phone
with the florist.
When I got back to the bungalow I checked the window, and saw Howie sitting
on the couch and Nick sitting across from him in one of the chairs,
sprawled in it. Howie was looking kind of casual in shorts and a t-shirt,
and Nick had dressed the part for his role in this, wearing only a pair of
loose white cotton athletic shorts. I was willing to bet he had nothing on
under them, and noticed as well that they were cut high enough that Howie
had to have gotten a few peeks at the equipment each time Nick shifted. The
waist dipped rather low as well, leaving Nick more or less naked with all
of the tanned muscular perfection of his body on display. I hated to say
it, because Lance was my friend, but on a purely physical level there was
no competition between the two of them. Lance was a pale, fragile picture
of shame, and Nick exuded the promise of sex, the kind of sex that you knew
would be hot and dirty and really good. I saw them stand, reaching out to
shake hands, and cursed Nick for not leaving the window open as I ran to
the bushes across from the door, hiding behind a tree like a criminal. The
door opened, and Howie stood in the doorframe, Nick right next to him,
practically nude, right up in his space.
"I'm glad we, you know, worked some of this out," Howie said uncertainly,
his face just inches from Nick's golden chest.
"Me, too," Nick purred. He dropped his index finger to Howie's chest, both
of them watching it. Nick ran it up and down the crease between Howie's
pecs for a second, and then trailed it softly over to draw a lazy circle
around his nipple, which stiffened visibly under the fabric. "I so want us
to be friends, Howie. Close friends."
"I, I do, too," Howie said, swallowing, as they both stared at Nick's
dancing finger. Howie's mouth hung open, and Nick brought the finger up,
lifting the point of Howie's chin with it so that they were looking into
each other's eyes.
"You know," Nick began softly. "Justin has plans tonight, and I'll be here
all alone. If you want to keep having this talk, come on over. I'll show
you what kind of a friend I can be."
"I, uh, I," Howie stuttered, staring into Nick's eyes as Nick's tongue
slipped out, coyly, to wet his bottom lip. Howie blinked. "I have to
go. Lance will be home soon. Good bye, Nick."
"Bye, Howie," Nick said, lifting his arm to lean on the doorway. With his
free hand he idly scratched his stomach, drawing attention to his
abs. Howie looked back, once, and hurried down the sidewalk as if running
from a fire. I stepped out from behind the tree. "Hey there."
"Hi," I said, walking quickly into the bungalow, not touching him. I felt
vaguely dirty as I went to the refrigerator for a drink of water. "Looks
like things went well."
"That was almost too easy," Nick said, grinning. "I always knew he was
fucking hot for me. I caught him looking at me all the time, even before he
told us he was gay, and I never stopped him. You know how it is, Justin. If
someone wants you, there's no harm in stringing them along. Besides, this
is kind of fun. I'll get to fuck Howie blind, and then I'll get
you. Everybody wins."
Yeah, everybody but Lance.
"Do me a favor?" Nick asked, smirking at me.
"Yeah?" I asked, wondering what it would be.
"Have plans tonight," Nick answered. I nodded, and he stepped out of the
shorts, standing naked in front of me, half hard. "I'm gonna go get
dressed, and then I thought maybe we could lay out by the pool, and then
have dinner. Unless you have other plans?"
"No, that's a great idea," I said, faking enthusiasm and looking away as he
ambled into the bedroom, his ass shaking. I knew he wanted, even expected,
me to follow him in there and ravage him, but at that moment I didn't want
anything to do with him. I felt disgusted with Nick, and with myself.
Nick and I went down to the pool, lounging around. He ordered a few drinks,
and I ordered a couple of diet sodas. So far Nick hadn't commented on my
sudden abstention from alcohol, but I was sure he'd noticed. After all, it
was the kind of thing that I would notice. We watched the other guests at
the resort go by, knowing that when they checked out at the end of this
weekend no one would be checking in. Josh and Jack, although really it was
just Josh, had rented out every suite, every room, for the wedding guests
and the wedding staff. Typically one or both of us would be trolling for
company, lining up someone or a few people for later, but tonight I wasn't
in the mood and Nick was saving himself for Howie. As it began to get dark,
we headed in to the dining room for dinner.
"So, what are you going to do tonight?" Nick asked, stirring his cocktail
while we waited for our dinner to come.
"I dunno," I answered, shrugging. "I have some mail to go through, some
stuff from my agent."
"Cool," Nick said, grinning. "I know what I'm going to do tonight. Howie."
I felt a little sick to my stomach hearing him say it like that, using that
tone. I knew that Nick wouldn't mind this part of the plan, knew that he'd
be completely ok with the trouble it would cause, but I didn't expect him
to enjoy it so much.
"How can you say it like that?" I asked, staring at him. Nick glanced up at
me, his eyebrows raised quizzically. "You know that this is going to hurt
Lance."
"So do you," Nick said, shrugging. "And you're the one who put me up to it.
I wouldn't be doing this if not for you."
"Oh, so this is all my fault?" I asked.
"Don't get defensive," Nick said. "It doesn't suit you. And yes, Justin,
this is all your fault. This is your plan."
He looked so smug sitting across from me, knowing that he was right, and I
wanted to slap him suddenly. Even as I thought it, though, I thought of
Howie slapping Lance, and I felt sick inside again. Was this what had
happened to the two of them? Had they been arguing, and Howie just wanted
to slap him? If he did it once, did he find it easier the next time? I
vowed that I would never go down that road, that I would never lash out at
someone in anger again. I was sorry, suddenly, for that long ago day when
we had first met Jack, when he had only been officially with Josh for a few
weeks, and I had punched Lance in the nose. I had never apologized for
doing that, and no one had ever expected me to, because we all thought, at
the time, that Lance deserved it. He hadn't deserved what I did to him
after that, but I'd apologized for that over and over. Now, though, I just
found myself thinking of that sunny afternoon, and how we'd all forgotten
it in light of everything that had come after. Was it possible that
everything that had happened since then could be traced back to that one
punch, thrown in anger, that I thought was justified?
"Hey!" Nick said, snapping his fingers in front of my face. "Hey, earth to
Justin. What is wrong with you?"
"I was just thinking," I said, shaking my head. "I know that this is my
plan, and my idea, but, Jesus, Nick, do you have to sound so excited about
it? Don't you feel bad at all?"
"No," Nick answered, shaking his head. I saw his mouth twist down in anger,
real anger, maybe for the first time I'd ever seen it. "I told you, Justin,
I don't feel bad about stuff like that, and I don't let other people make
me feel bad about it, either. Besides, it's a two way street. Howie can
say no, so whatever he does is his fault, not mine."
I stared at him. What had I ever seen in Nick, really? Had there ever been
anything besides a pretty face and a hot body?
"Besides," Nick continued, smiling at the waitress as she set our plates
down. "I kind of do have to be excited, Justin. I mean, after all, I am
trying to get Howie to go for me, and depression just isn't attractive. If
it was, you'd have landed JC a while ago."
I stared at Nick, unable to believe he'd actually said that. He knew how I
felt about Josh, and knew how much it hurt me not to have him. Watching him
nonchalantly dig into his dinner, cutting up his big, bloody hunk of steak,
I convinced myself that Nick wasn't really saying it to be mean. He was
just upset, just unsettled about what I had said about feeling bad. That
was all. Nick was my friend, and he would never say anything to
deliberately hurt me. He might not care about other people, not really, but
Nick cared about me. Friends didn't hurt each other. I decided to ignore
his comment and go back to my dinner, but the two of us didn't really talk
for the rest of the meal. When it was over, Nick walked with me out to the
patio by the pool.
"I'm gonna go back and get ready now, ok?" he said, grinning. "Do you have
your phone?"
"Yeah," I said, shrugging.
"Good," Nick said, patting my shoulder. "I don't want you spoiling the
mood, so I'll call you when it's safe to come back to the bungalow, ok?"
"Sure," I said, wondering again why I hadn't been able to think of a better
plan. Maybe it wasn't too late to go tell the guys. They might not believe
me at first, but they'd come around. We could go to Lance together, and all
talk to him, and if he would just pull up his shirt he could show the guys
the bruises. "You know, Nick, maybe we don't have to do this. Maybe there's
another way to break them up."
Nick smiled at me.
"Justin, you don't really want me to stop," he said. "And besides, I don't
really want to. I want to see just how tight Howie really is."
Nick walked away, and I sat down and began going through my paperwork,
taking it out of my bag and reading it over the by light of the table
lamp. Even though I tried to lose myself in it, I was aware of the time
passing, and found it more and more difficult to think about this stuff and
not to think about what was going on at my cabin. At one point I looked up
and saw Chris and Vlada over at the bar. I nodded at them, and Chris looked
away, his mouth tight, but Vlada raised her hand in a wave. I waved back,
and went back to my letters and contracts, wishing again that I knew how to
make up for my behavior with my friends. I thought, once again, that
helping Lance was the way to help me, too. If I saved him, everyone would
forgive me. Everyone would finally forget what I'd done, and I could start
forgetting it, too.
Giving up, I pushed everything back into my bag, and sadly left the
patio. I didn't look back to see if Chris and Vlada were still there, or if
they were watching me leave. I had to know if the plan was working. I had
to see if Nick really was as good as he said he was, and I found half of me
perversely wishing that Howie would reject him. Sure, Nick would be pissed,
and I would have to think of something else, but at least we wouldn't be
doing this. Hidden in the shadows, I peered into the living room, noticing
that Nick had left the blinds open. He'd probably done it on purpose. After
all, I'd told him that they needed to get caught, so why bother closing the
curtains?
Howie's chair was facing me, and his arms were flung out, his fingers
digging into the sides. His shirt was open, all of the buttons undone and
the halves thrown open, and his pants were bunched up down around his
ankles. Sweat ran down his chest, darkening the patch of black hair between
his well-developed, heaving pecs, and his dark brown nipples were standing
up, waiting to be chewed on. Howie's eyes were closed, his head thrown
back, and his mouth was hanging open. In front of him, Nick knelt on the
floor between Howie's spread legs, one of his hands caressing up and down
Howie's strong calf. Nick's head bobbed rapidly in Howie's lap, and I could
see Nick's clothes scattered around him on the floor. His other hand was
out of sight somewhere below his head, vanishing between Howie's shaking
legs, and I realized that I knew what Nick was doing as I watched his upper
arm flex. His fingers were working at Howie's ass, and after Howie came,
Nick would go right into fucking him.
I turned away from the window and began to walk, not paying attention to
where I was going, just wanting to walk away, and not have to witness any
more of what was going on in my bungalow. Hey, at least the plan was
working. I sat on the beach, up above the tide line, watching the waves
crash in front of me, looking at the stars and the moon. Finally my phone
beeped, and I saw a text message from Nick.
"Lassie Come Home."
Oh, he was clever. I walked back up to the cottage, and heard the shower
running as I stepped inside. The main room had a thick smell of sweat and
sex, and I opened the windows before stripping down to my briefs. I ducked
into the bathroom as quietly as possible to brush my teeth, and then
crawled into bed, curling up and pulling the sheet over me. Nick climbed in
soon, and I could tell without looking that he was naked. He touched my
shoulder.
"Hey, Justin, you were right," Nick whispered. "Howie was fucking tight,
just the way I like it. Just the way that you're going to be."
"Great," I said. "I'm happy for you."
Nick chuckled, running his fingers up and down my spine. I pulled away from
him, and heard him laugh softly again.
"Don't be like that, Justin," Nick said. "Lance'll get over it, and if he
doesn't, well, maybe the two of us can help him get over Howie. I bet Lance
would love being on the bottom, huh? I bet he'd like being in between the
two of us, you in one end and me in the other, and then when we finished up
we could switch."
I promised myself that I would never let Nick get anywhere near Lance.
"Nick, I'm tired," I sighed. "And I have a headache. I'm glad you had a
good time with Howie, but please, let's just go to sleep, ok?"
"OK," Nick said, rolling away from me. "Just remember, Justin, I'm only
doing this for you."
If you didn't know him, you might think Nick meant that he was doing a
favor for a friend, that he was doing this to help me, but I knew better.
When Nick said he was doing this for me, he meant it literally. Nick was
already counting the minutes until he got to fuck me, and as I lay in the
bed next to him, listening to him sigh contentedly before he settled in to
sleep, I realized that I was completely repulsed by him. Nick was utterly
without morals, or guilt, or any of the other things that made us human,
and I didn't want him anywhere near me.
***
To be continued.